We have. I ( he hates admitting to any weakness, but he knows that politeness requires it, and he is polite. most of the time. to people who have earned his respect and have yet to insult him, at least. ) am in your debt for your intervention still
( as for the dagger, well. )
It is customary amongst my people to gift weapons as a sign that one seeks to tie one's life to another's. He arrived with his broadsword, and his lack of skill with a doru is an embarrassment to his talent as a warrior. An akinakes is simple enough to use in combat without requiring further training
( a slight pause, as mydei considers this. )
He will likely use it for anything but its intended purpose, but I wish to hold to tradition regardless
There is no debt. I'd like to think that if the same happened to me, someone would be kind enough to stop me from making decisions I would regret.
[ Even if she doesn't trust that someone would go so far. And, frankly, she thinks she'd regret putting someone in harm's way just the same.
ANYWAY. So he's making a blade for someone he cares for. ]
That's a lovely sentiment. I'm guessing this is someone from your home. [ Otherwise that's some quick movement on anyone's part. ] Is it meant to be used as a weapon? You mentioned it could be decorative alone.
( on both counts, but he'll explain more about the purpose of the blade rather than linger too much on phainon himself. he did say that phainon would be the first person to know should his attentions land on someone, and he is... keeping his word as best he can. )
The daggers gifted by the kings of Castrum Kremnos were ornate weapons worn from the belt to show that they had gained favor with the royal line. While I have renounced my throne, I can't help but wish to see him wear a mark of my intent, weapon or no
That's right. That ridiculous article called you a crown prince.
[ No human contact until he was nine, killed his own father. And so he's renounced his throne but still wants to show that someone he cares for has gained his favor and his kindness. It sounds like quite an old custom but one that he clearly treasures enough to provide to his paramour. ]
You renounced your throne but still want to keep to your people's customs. [ There's something about that which settles in her chest, makes her think of home. For all that Mel has given up pieces of Noxus, some of it is still with her, in her blood. ]
Only in that my father and mother were King Eurypon and Queen Gorgo of Castrum Kremnos. Can a man truly consider himself crown prince of a city he has never lived in?
( thank god no one in this conversation has a grasp on ancient greek history, especially sparta's. and while mydei is normally stern and not inclined to deep conversation with people he does not know well, he loves his people. he will talk about his people to any who ask, to express his dreams and desires for them.
mydeimos gave his future for his people. the least he can do is speak of them so that others will remember them after he has met his final, lasting death. )
You ask for an answer that isn't easy to explain.
I did it to give them no other option other than to find a new way of life, unchained from the blood soaked glory of our past. There is nothing honorable about death, no glory to be found in willingly giving yourself to the slaughter. I've died enough times to know.
Without their King, without the Mad Titan of Strife, without their Demigod at the head of their army, they have no choice but to stay in Okhema. To find what traditions we can hold onto, and which should remain in the ruins of Castrum Kremnos.
[ That's quite interesting, actually. To be a prince of a nation he never lived in, and to make such a drastic decision as to step away from the throne... Mel reads the lines over and over again, thinking she sees the shape of the picture. It sounds so much like Noxus that she has to wonder if she's not putting allusions in where there are none. ]
What would they have done normally? Continue to march and fight, and conquer?
[ That seems to be what he's implying, but she wants to check before she speaks further on it. ]
And what do you mean about dying? How is it possible for someone to die and come back so many times?
Yes. Castrum Kremnos has always venerated the Titan of Strife, and when they fell to madness and turned their back on their divine duty as Guardian of Amphoreus, Castrum Kremnos fell likewise. But even before our god fell into insanity, we have always sought believe in glory through combat. Even those that turned their back on the last King's madness, those that when I slew my father followed me away from the city, believed that one day I would usher in a new era of conquest.
( who else, but their undying prince? who else but he could take the coreflame of strife and become a god? )
The curse of my golden blood. As for how it's possible -- you would have to take that up with the Titans themselves.
[ This is what she was concerned about. It does sound an awful lot like Noxus, only far worse. She tries to imagine what it would be if the former Emperor of Noxus was of a lineage of deities, if he had immortal blood in his veins, undying. Conquest would become a divine right, incapable of being stopped. The people would be in a greater fervor than they already are, bloodlust incapable of being slaked.
It would be a nightmare. Emperor Darkwill has already used his power and his authority to do great harm, and he doesn't sound much different from this mad king Mydei speaks of. ]
Did you kill your father because of his madness or did something else drive you to make that difficult choice?
No. ( perhaps it was, on some level. but it was not the thought behind the lance he wielded, the blade that cut his father's throat. ) It was revenge. For my mother, who he slew when she challenged him, attempting to protect me.
She failed, and I was thrown into the Sea of Souls.
You have my condolences for your mother, and for what you've suffered through.
Your home's way of thinking is not unknown to me. My home, called Noxus, was much the same: a conquering nation, obsessed with bloodshed and the might of its warriors. Every handful of years, they march on another nation, as its people grow restless with paltry arena fights.
[ She cannot say she loves her home when she has been gone from it for so long. She misses it, as one might always miss their first home, but to think of it is to think of the dead she has lost. ]
You've suffered to bring your people some light. To force them to realize who they are. I'm sorry that it took such a terrible loss to come to that.
( he can't quite recall if anyone had expressed sorrow for his past, given that he himself is ultimately unconcerned with it. not because he doesn't care -- the ghost of his mother come to visit him at night in half-remembered dreams still cherished memory -- but because it serves no purpose to linger upon them. if there was one lesson the abyss taught him it's that lingering will only drag him down into the cold depths and into death. )
And yet you exist, proof that they can be more than what they have decided for themselves. Do you wish to steer them likewise?
( though that might be difficult for someone who is not royalty, he supposes. )
It is a choice I'd make again. For their sake no sacrifice is too great or too costly if I am the only one to bear the weight of it.
I've been in exile for almost twenty years now. My home would not know me even if I returned. And were I to do so, I doubt anyone would listen to the ideals of someone who wishes to see less violence.
[ It's ingrained in Noxus' very lifeblood, the foundation of its society. To request that it be brought to a halt so suddenly will throw the entire nation in turmoil. And as she is the daughter of Ambessa Medarda, there is no guarantee anyone would believe her viewpoint as it is. ]
But we cannot always decide who pays the cost, Mydei. Sometimes, the cost is paid by those around us, even if we have different intentions.
And you think my people did? That is why I gave them no other choice but to adapt.
( A harsh lesson to be sure, but Mydei rather some of his people hate and loathe him for taking their home away from them, from turning it into his fortress and the battlefield where he will meet the black tide. Over and over again, until he dies his final death. )
It's different for me. ( No one said he wasn't arrogant, however well intentioned he is. ) I have always been alone at the end. There is no one to pay the cost but me. And when it comes time to pay the final one, the man I intend to court will be the one to send me past the River of Souls to my final rest.
( he thinks. in reality it will be an amalgamation of over 33 million versions of the man he loves, caught in an unending cycle. either way, mydei knows that his death is set in stone, as is the hand which wields the blade. )
I have seen the power you wield. You have the advantage of might and the ability to command the attention you needed. I am the daughter of a warlord who cannot touch the might of the Emperor.
[ Just to give context. She hears his message, though, that it does not matter if no one will listen: one must try anyway. Behind the device, Mel places her face in her hands for some time, considering. Her next reply comes later. ]
Are your people not paying a cost, both for their own hubris and for the disruptive nature of change? Will some of them not suffer or fall because of your choice?
I do not say this to press guilt into your hands, Mydei. I say it because this is my worry for my own home. That to bring such great upheaval to them will be both the fracture and the salve that can bring them to a better future. But who is lost in that fracture... That is what troubles me.
The kings of Kremnos are not decided by blood, but by death. The individual who defeats the current ruler becomes the king in their stead, and it matters not if that person is the child of the king or a commoner raised in the fields. You may not see your own strength when compared to those who have lived their lives for war, but that does not mean you are powerless.
( mydei knows this to be true. his father poisoned his mother, after all, when he learned that she sought to challenge him for the crown. it was this dishonorable act that led to her defeat at his hands, because she trusted him to abide by that which they venerated above all: honor. he would hope that mel finds a different way to wrest control from the emperor, even if she must light their home on fire. )
Their struggle to adapt in a new city with a new role weighs nothing when compared to their very lives, lives they would toss away without a second thought for hollow honor. But I have entrusted them to two people I know will see to it that they are treated with fairness, who will come to their defense and listen to their concerns, who will help them when I cannot. Is there anyone you trust to do likewise?
[ Not unlike Noxus, indeed. The rule of emperors has long been held as rightful in Noxus but there is nothing to say someone cannot challenge the Emperor, even if it might end poorly. If someone had the backing of the warlords of Noxus — or, barring that, the capability of handling the Emperor quickly and efficiently, and thus demonstrating their power — that would be another thing. But as an outsider, as an exile, no one would throw their lot in with her.
And until she discovered she had magic, she had no real power of which to speak of.
It doesn't mean she is powerless. But she knows she is no match for a man capable of cleaving her head from her shoulders. ]
There is no one.
[ What is left of her extended family would not dare to fight the crown. Kino would never have such ambition. Perhaps her mother would, if she were so deluded, but she is a problem in and of itself, and to place her in power would not change the trajectory of Noxus' history. Instead, it would perpetuate evermore. ]
My family is that of warlords, of people who have served the Emperor faithfully for years because they have been allowed to perpetuate conquest in other nations. And before I was exiled, my mother took her blade to our family tree, and I have fewer relatives as a result.
[ A war of succession that has cost the lives of uncles and cousins alike, and has forever strained her relationship with her mother. ]
Then you have my condolences. It is... aggravating to wish for something different, something better, and know you cannot at that moment.
( his impression of mel is that she is sharp, and sees more than what her eyes do at any point in time. perhaps that is simply his mind connecting two golden women together when there exists nothing, but he wonders... would mel damn herself if it meant helping others? would she slowly lose her humanity over centuries in order to protect the world, in order to guide others forward, knowing she could never see the end of it?
mydei thinks so. )
Unless such immortality is more common elsewhere, you do not have the luxury of seeing the seeds you wish to sow come to bear fruit. But you must trust in them. In your people, in finding those you can entrust the future to no matter what choice you make, even if you fear for them.
If they hold even a sliver of similarity to yourself, they will endure it.
[ Perhaps it would disappoint him to know that she hasn’t had overly strong feelings about the people of Noxus. Rather, that Piltover has taken up her attention, as have her plans and designs to get back in her family’s graces. To be worthy of her mother’s love. And as the months have passed, when she had finally seen her mother face-to-face, once she had gotten closer to Jayce…
She realized that her home no longer existed to her. She would never be a Medarda again, not the way she was. But now Piltover, too, will be lost to her. There is nowhere for her to go home.
Should she return to Noxus? If it means her mother will leave Piltover, she would make that sacrifice. To be her weapon until she could stop her (or until she was forced to try — though she no longer has the necklace the Black Rose operative gave her). But once her mother is gone…what is the alternative? She will never be free of the Black Rose either, her mother’s debt only given to her. If she stays away from Noxus, she will be hunted; if she returns to Noxus, she will be a glorified hostage, as she was before.
There’s so much she doesn’t know. Who is she to declare that what Noxus is doing is wrong? She is no one.
And yet… ]
I haven’t been home in so long that I don’t know that I’m the right one to make these changes. But I also do not know who would want to. If there is anyone who thinks similarly to me.
[ And with hounds at her back, can she find them before trouble finds her? ]
I do not fear not seeing a new dawn rise for my homeland. I am mortal and it is inevitable. But I would need to go home first. [ There’s a pause between this text and the next. ] And I will need to stop my mother.
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A pleasure. I believe we've spoken before.
[ On a very bad night. ]
Can you tell me what the dagger's for?
[ Clearly it could've been decorative rather than realistic enough to harm, but she's still curious. ]
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( as for the dagger, well. )
It is customary amongst my people to gift weapons as a sign that one seeks to tie one's life to another's. He arrived with his broadsword, and his lack of skill with a doru is an embarrassment to his talent as a warrior. An akinakes is simple enough to use in combat without requiring further training
( a slight pause, as mydei considers this. )
He will likely use it for anything but its intended purpose, but I wish to hold to tradition regardless
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[ Even if she doesn't trust that someone would go so far. And, frankly, she thinks she'd regret putting someone in harm's way just the same.
ANYWAY. So he's making a blade for someone he cares for. ]
That's a lovely sentiment. I'm guessing this is someone from your home. [ Otherwise that's some quick movement on anyone's part. ] Is it meant to be used as a weapon? You mentioned it could be decorative alone.
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( on both counts, but he'll explain more about the purpose of the blade rather than linger too much on phainon himself. he did say that phainon would be the first person to know should his attentions land on someone, and he is... keeping his word as best he can. )
The daggers gifted by the kings of Castrum Kremnos were ornate weapons worn from the belt to show that they had gained favor with the royal line. While I have renounced my throne, I can't help but wish to see him wear a mark of my intent, weapon or no
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[ No human contact until he was nine, killed his own father. And so he's renounced his throne but still wants to show that someone he cares for has gained his favor and his kindness. It sounds like quite an old custom but one that he clearly treasures enough to provide to his paramour. ]
You renounced your throne but still want to keep to your people's customs. [ There's something about that which settles in her chest, makes her think of home. For all that Mel has given up pieces of Noxus, some of it is still with her, in her blood. ]
What made you want to step away from your title?
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( thank god no one in this conversation has a grasp on ancient greek history, especially sparta's. and while mydei is normally stern and not inclined to deep conversation with people he does not know well, he loves his people. he will talk about his people to any who ask, to express his dreams and desires for them.
mydeimos gave his future for his people. the least he can do is speak of them so that others will remember them after he has met his final, lasting death. )
You ask for an answer that isn't easy to explain.
I did it to give them no other option other than to find a new way of life, unchained from the blood soaked glory of our past. There is nothing honorable about death, no glory to be found in willingly giving yourself to the slaughter. I've died enough times to know.
Without their King, without the Mad Titan of Strife, without their Demigod at the head of their army, they have no choice but to stay in Okhema. To find what traditions we can hold onto, and which should remain in the ruins of Castrum Kremnos.
I did it so they can live.
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What would they have done normally? Continue to march and fight, and conquer?
[ That seems to be what he's implying, but she wants to check before she speaks further on it. ]
And what do you mean about dying? How is it possible for someone to die and come back so many times?
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( who else, but their undying prince? who else but he could take the coreflame of strife and become a god? )
The curse of my golden blood. As for how it's possible -- you would have to take that up with the Titans themselves.
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It would be a nightmare. Emperor Darkwill has already used his power and his authority to do great harm, and he doesn't sound much different from this mad king Mydei speaks of. ]
Did you kill your father because of his madness or did something else drive you to make that difficult choice?
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Was that, also, for the love of your people?
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She failed, and I was thrown into the Sea of Souls.
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You have my condolences for your mother, and for what you've suffered through.
Your home's way of thinking is not unknown to me. My home, called Noxus, was much the same: a conquering nation, obsessed with bloodshed and the might of its warriors. Every handful of years, they march on another nation, as its people grow restless with paltry arena fights.
[ She cannot say she loves her home when she has been gone from it for so long. She misses it, as one might always miss their first home, but to think of it is to think of the dead she has lost. ]
You've suffered to bring your people some light. To force them to realize who they are. I'm sorry that it took such a terrible loss to come to that.
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( he can't quite recall if anyone had expressed sorrow for his past, given that he himself is ultimately unconcerned with it. not because he doesn't care -- the ghost of his mother come to visit him at night in half-remembered dreams still cherished memory -- but because it serves no purpose to linger upon them. if there was one lesson the abyss taught him it's that lingering will only drag him down into the cold depths and into death. )
And yet you exist, proof that they can be more than what they have decided for themselves. Do you wish to steer them likewise?
( though that might be difficult for someone who is not royalty, he supposes. )
It is a choice I'd make again. For their sake no sacrifice is too great or too costly if I am the only one to bear the weight of it.
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[ It's ingrained in Noxus' very lifeblood, the foundation of its society. To request that it be brought to a halt so suddenly will throw the entire nation in turmoil. And as she is the daughter of Ambessa Medarda, there is no guarantee anyone would believe her viewpoint as it is. ]
But we cannot always decide who pays the cost, Mydei. Sometimes, the cost is paid by those around us, even if we have different intentions.
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( A harsh lesson to be sure, but Mydei rather some of his people hate and loathe him for taking their home away from them, from turning it into his fortress and the battlefield where he will meet the black tide. Over and over again, until he dies his final death. )
It's different for me. ( No one said he wasn't arrogant, however well intentioned he is. ) I have always been alone at the end. There is no one to pay the cost but me. And when it comes time to pay the final one, the man I intend to court will be the one to send me past the River of Souls to my final rest.
( he thinks. in reality it will be an amalgamation of over 33 million versions of the man he loves, caught in an unending cycle. either way, mydei knows that his death is set in stone, as is the hand which wields the blade. )
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[ Just to give context. She hears his message, though, that it does not matter if no one will listen: one must try anyway. Behind the device, Mel places her face in her hands for some time, considering. Her next reply comes later. ]
Are your people not paying a cost, both for their own hubris and for the disruptive nature of change? Will some of them not suffer or fall because of your choice?
I do not say this to press guilt into your hands, Mydei. I say it because this is my worry for my own home. That to bring such great upheaval to them will be both the fracture and the salve that can bring them to a better future. But who is lost in that fracture... That is what troubles me.
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( mydei knows this to be true. his father poisoned his mother, after all, when he learned that she sought to challenge him for the crown. it was this dishonorable act that led to her defeat at his hands, because she trusted him to abide by that which they venerated above all: honor. he would hope that mel finds a different way to wrest control from the emperor, even if she must light their home on fire. )
Their struggle to adapt in a new city with a new role weighs nothing when compared to their very lives, lives they would toss away without a second thought for hollow honor. But I have entrusted them to two people I know will see to it that they are treated with fairness, who will come to their defense and listen to their concerns, who will help them when I cannot. Is there anyone you trust to do likewise?
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And until she discovered she had magic, she had no real power of which to speak of.
It doesn't mean she is powerless. But she knows she is no match for a man capable of cleaving her head from her shoulders. ]
There is no one.
[ What is left of her extended family would not dare to fight the crown. Kino would never have such ambition. Perhaps her mother would, if she were so deluded, but she is a problem in and of itself, and to place her in power would not change the trajectory of Noxus' history. Instead, it would perpetuate evermore. ]
My family is that of warlords, of people who have served the Emperor faithfully for years because they have been allowed to perpetuate conquest in other nations. And before I was exiled, my mother took her blade to our family tree, and I have fewer relatives as a result.
[ A war of succession that has cost the lives of uncles and cousins alike, and has forever strained her relationship with her mother. ]
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( his impression of mel is that she is sharp, and sees more than what her eyes do at any point in time. perhaps that is simply his mind connecting two golden women together when there exists nothing, but he wonders... would mel damn herself if it meant helping others? would she slowly lose her humanity over centuries in order to protect the world, in order to guide others forward, knowing she could never see the end of it?
mydei thinks so. )
Unless such immortality is more common elsewhere, you do not have the luxury of seeing the seeds you wish to sow come to bear fruit. But you must trust in them. In your people, in finding those you can entrust the future to no matter what choice you make, even if you fear for them.
If they hold even a sliver of similarity to yourself, they will endure it.
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She realized that her home no longer existed to her. She would never be a Medarda again, not the way she was. But now Piltover, too, will be lost to her. There is nowhere for her to go home.
Should she return to Noxus? If it means her mother will leave Piltover, she would make that sacrifice. To be her weapon until she could stop her (or until she was forced to try — though she no longer has the necklace the Black Rose operative gave her). But once her mother is gone…what is the alternative? She will never be free of the Black Rose either, her mother’s debt only given to her. If she stays away from Noxus, she will be hunted; if she returns to Noxus, she will be a glorified hostage, as she was before.
There’s so much she doesn’t know. Who is she to declare that what Noxus is doing is wrong? She is no one.
And yet… ]
I haven’t been home in so long that I don’t know that I’m the right one to make these changes. But I also do not know who would want to. If there is anyone who thinks similarly to me.
[ And with hounds at her back, can she find them before trouble finds her? ]
I do not fear not seeing a new dawn rise for my homeland. I am mortal and it is inevitable. But I would need to go home first. [ There’s a pause between this text and the next. ] And I will need to stop my mother.
[ And likely kill her. ]